I got to the train station in Madrid pretty early and inquired into changing my ticket for an earlier one. It worked and I arrived in Sevilla 2 hours earlier than I had planned.
Madrid. Capital of Spain. Cold. Small big city. Where people sell lottery tickets and offer to buy gold instead of selling you other useless stuff like in other countries.
When I got to Barcelona my first thought was “wow how empty this train station is!” The second one was “Wow it’s really warm even though it’s 8 pm!” And the third one was “Wow I’m so sick of carrying that bag but I can’t wait for tomorrow because this city looks beautiful!”